[Intro: Michael Franks & Slim Thug]
It won't be for long
And though we're apart
It won't be long, mane
It won't be for long
And though we're apart
Still my n***as on lock, mane
It won't be for long
And though we're apart
You know I'm sayin'? Hold your mufuckin' head
It won't be for long
And though we're apart

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Let me shoutout all my n***as gon' fed-
My n***as on lock
My patnas in the Pen-, who might never get out
They say, "Three times, you lose," and you on your third shot
So, the judge talkin' twenty for that Glock and them rocks
It sounds so misdemeanor, was worth about a gram
White-collar crimes get you that time for stealin' millions, man
But you ain't missin' nothin’ but the same old shit
The rich still gettin' rich, while the poor hit licks
Same n***as doin' the same shit, from the stand to the bricks
Young n***as out here wildin', tryna come up quick
Remind me of yall n***as always tryna get ahead
As soon as you get close, you went back fed-
Or you went back state for a small vacay
Just been gone for eight, back home and on the next day
Wish you was here, my n***a, your kids growin' fast
When you touch down, it's time, slow down on the gas
[Chorus: Michael Franks & Le$]
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
And though we're apart
Not for long
It won't be for long

[Verse 2: Le$]
Okay
Ridin' through the city, head up in the clouds
Know you're lookin' down, I'm just hopin' that you're proud
Took the right path, when I could've went left
Told me, "Do the right thing," but I acted straight death
Never pulled my pants up, yeah, I still smoke weed
Got a bunch of tattoos, lil' more than I need
Last thing that you told me was to handle my bidness
So, I go hard all day with the Lord as my witness
From the mornin' to the night, I'm tryna make it right
'til the day I blackout and move closer to the light
And when they open up them gates, I hope you waitin' for me
And keep me safe from all them suckas who be hatin' for me
Hard times come around, know you're helpin' me through
Taught me, "Never mind them, homie, do it for you"
Your grandson in the game, and he playin' it smart
I know it won't be long that we stayin' apart
[Chorus: Michael Franks & M.U.G]
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
And though we're apart, it won't be for long
Yeah, it won’t be long

[Verse 3: M.U.G]
Babymama kicked me out the crib, don’t want me there
Ain’t seen my kids in a couple days, this shit ain’t fair
She mad I stay in these streets, growin’ gray hair
‘cause I’m stressed on this situation, smoke in the air
Know I’m takin’ the penitentiary chance when I leave the crib
But I’m tryna get this money, so somethin’ gotta give
Police on my trail, I’m just tryna live
Keep my pistol jacked, ‘cause there’s watchin’, and I ain’t tryna slip
Hope I wake up to another day, just lost pops
Half of my n***as just caught a case, or on lock
Been on the grind for a minute, still ain’t on top
Facin’ this daily bullshit, like it won’t stop
And they keep tellin’ me to hold on
All this weight on my shoulders makin’ me so strong
Some came, some gone, life goes on
I’m chasin’ bread ‘til I get a mil-, it won’t be long